The Virgin

Plaything

I watched his eyes travel all over my body, "so..." I began, feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze, I'm sure I wasn't as perfect as all the other girls he'd had here. "Where are your parents?" I tried to make small talk, "they're out, on holiday somewhere" he said, obviously not wanting to talk about it. He stepped towards me and I didn't move, instead I watched his tongue play with his lip piercing, before looking down at his black skinny jeans that hugged his figure tight. "You like what you see?" He took another step so there was only inches between us, I gulped, feeling almost intoxicated.

"I can't have anyone find out about this" I looked him in the eyes, he nodded, turning away as he thought about what I said, "only if I can text you whenever I want, then you come over and be my plaything." I almost started drooling at the prospect, i mentally slapped myself, in what world was being someone's 'plaything' a good thing? In the world where the person was Jeon Jungkook.

"Let's see how today goes first?" I wasn't willing to give in easily. I gulped again when he leaned forward, his breath on my face, "let's get you something to drink, it eases the nerves."

I followed him into the kitchen as he got out a bottle of something, poured it into a glass and handed it to me, "aren't you having any?" I eyed him suspiciously. "I don't need any, I'm already confident enough, plus it's the strongest I have, and I want to be fully aware of what's about to happen..." his hand found it's way to the back of my head as the other held the drink, forcing one to the other. I swallowed the drink and he took the glass away from me, "follow me."

We went upstairs into his bedroom, there was a window but the curtains were closed, leaving darkness to envelope the room, "hang on" he mumbled, then flicked a switch and a red light shone onto the bed, was this some weird sex spotlight or?

"Climb on the bed, take off your pretty little dress." I followed his first order, but not the second, that was a little far. He turned to me as he flicked on some music I hadn't heard before, "I'm literally about to see it all anyways so you might as well take off the dress before I have to rip it, I'd hate to rip something as pretty as that." I blinked at him but slowly took hold of the bottom of my dress, he was watching me, I was watching him, my breathing got heavy already as I gradually rolled up the dress, "you're taking too long" he practically growled as he strode over and grabbed the dress himself, pulling it off hastily.

I felt exposed but, the way he was looking at me, no one had ever looked at me like that before. He knelt in front of me, "I need to hear consent from you before I do anything, do you consent to me having sex with you?" He asked in a serious, deep tone. I felt paralysed, his chest was visible through his shirt and I wanted to reveal it all and see whatever tattoo it was that I could only see a hint of, "I consent" I spoke in an autonomous voice.